Seeing that Yunda was surrounded by more and more guards, Chu Yunyao shouted: "Stay guard at the stairs, one man is the gate and the other is not allowed."
Yun Da retreated to the stairway, swept away a thousand troops like a mat, intercepted the guards rushing up the stairs, and freed his hands to deal with the guards upstairs.
Seeing that so many people couldn't even catch a little girl, He Jingyu took out a gun from his arms angrily, and pointed it at Yunda: "Get out of the way for this young master, I want to see if it's this girl's quick skill, It’s still the uncle’s bullets that are faster.”
During the fight, the guards of the He family didn't dare to step forward, but they backed away surprisingly fast, and immediately dodged to the sides, leaving Yunda standing alone at the stairs.
Yun Da turned around, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointing at his heart.
She seemed to be strangled by death, and her chest suddenly suffocated.
He Jingyu pulled the trigger with a smirk.
At the same time, a small sharp blade flew out from between Chu Yunyao's fingers and cut the back of He Jingyu's hand.
The strength was so strong and the blade was so sharp that He Jingyu's wounds were visible to the bone.
The gun in his hand deviated from the direction, and the earth-shattering gunshot sounded, piercing through the roof of the restaurant, a piece of tile fell off, and a big hole was broken in the roof.
All the guests in the restaurant were frightened by the gunshot, and after reacting, they ran out with their heads in their hands.
The flames of war are raging, and no one knows if the battle will come here in the next moment, but as long as the flames of war have not spread here, you can choose to ignore everything, as usual, eat, drink, drink tea and watch the excitement .
It was a special period, and the sound of gunfire was like a talisman, no one dared to stay here and encounter this bad luck.
Knives and guns have no eyes, if you get hurt, it's no joke.
The guests on the first floor dispersed like birds and beasts, and the doors of the closed private rooms on the second floor were all opened, and one after another poked their heads out of the private rooms...
"Yun...Yunyao?" An unbelievable voice came from beside her.
Chu Yunyao turned her head and met a handsome face.
"Mrs. Mo, it really is you." Feng Yichen blinked, and then blinked again, joy seemed to overflow from the shallow dimples, the curved eyebrows, and the curved lips generally.
Chu Yunyao was surprised: "Feng Yichen, why are you here?"
These days, it's not that she hasn't sent someone to inquire about Feng Yichen's whereabouts, but every time she receives news, it's that he's trapped in Feng's house and can't get close at all.
A figure flashed out from behind Feng Yichen, "Mrs. Mo, long time no see."
"Second Master He, are you here?" Chu Yunyao looked He Wenhao up and down, saw that his legs were standing straight, and asked, "Are your legs okay?"
"Thanks to Mrs. Mo's concern, it's very good, but..." He Wenhao glanced at the tense scene at the stairs, and changed the subject: "When did Mrs. Mo get here? Why didn't you send someone to tell me in advance? "
Seeing that it was inconvenient for him to answer, Chu Yunyao didn't intend to chat here: "It's a long story, I'll talk to you later."
Chu Yunyao waved at Yun Da: "Yun Da, come here."
Yun Da quickly walked to Chu Yunyao's side, staring at He Jingyu who was bleeding profusely on the back of his hand with a wary face.
The wound on the back of He Jingyu's hand was too deep, bleeding profusely, and his whole body was trembling slightly due to the pain. He planned to get angry, but he didn't expect that Feng Yichen, who suddenly appeared, would be with this beast, He Wenhao.
I don't know if it was because he was too angry or too painful, but he couldn't hold the gun in his hand and dropped it on the ground, and He Jingshu picked it up...